Return of the Silver wanderer..

[Silent]

The sun was glorious, Fenris was obviously enjoying the feeling of spring. It was obvious that the rest of the lera were feeling the joy of having new grass to chew and wander about in. Definitely spring was in the air. It was a guess all creatures that walked upon the earth would feel joyous and giddy, maybe that was true, but one did not feel such charm. Though Fenris tried his hardest to warm the heart of the fae, it did not prevail.

Silent walked through the luscious long jade green grass towards where the Listern packs borders. She knew in her mind that they may not accept her back, not after her long disappearance. After all, she was the Beta now, she could not leave for such long periods of time without telling anyone when she would be back. Her heart ached, she didn't know why though. Was it the thought of Drathlic, her beloved, feeling betrayed and hurt. She could not bare to see him upset, it would make her feel like she had betrayed Tor, or Fenris. It would make her feel like a true follower of Wolfbane, like he would appear out of the depths of hell and take her down with him.

A long sad howl suddenly erupted from the depths of her chest, echoing eerily of the trees which lined the mountains in which the Listern pack sought refuge and had made their home. As the song faded into the distant, and no more air was left in her lungs, her form flung forth through the scent boundaries and towards her home. Her heart longing too see the familiar faces she knew so well. Her minds eye already seeing the possibilities of the Drappa, Gryffin not being too happy with her sudden disappearance. She hated them thoughts, she new she had to get rid of them somehow, but how?

Silver paws flew over the uneven terrain, she had adapted well, since she had only joined the pack a while back, her emissary skills were sharpening. Her elegant silver form slipped throughout the trees, only becoming clearly visible when she stopped not too far away from the dens. Her nose raised, would there be anyone here to greet her? she hoped with all her heart and sole that Drathlic would be around, or Renn her golden friend. A hesitant bark escaped her maw as she moved hastily forth.

[Gryffin]

The spring scents clung to every rush of wind as they swept throughout the lands welcoming back the warmth that winter had so harshly stole.

Its cold grasp had once again done as it did with the winter before. LEaving the vargs of List with only their hides to keep them warm and empty bellies as company.

Gryffin's paws worked as she ran across the mountainous terrain, fragments of dust and rocks flew behind her in a shower of dirt. Her banner flying behind her as paws worked steadily to dodge the uneven terrain. She lept, her hind leg slipping on a loose crevice causing her pace to fall as she rallied to repair her gait. Giving a shake Gryffin slowed as she reached a shallow cliff. Bloodtipped ears twitched as the drappa inhaled the scent of the mountain air.

Something silver caught her eye. Gryffin squinted as she saw the figure. Ears perked as she watched the silver form send a howl into the air. Gryffin barked recognizing her apprentice immediatly. Curious as to where she had gone had been defeated by the excitement of her return. Gryffin watched as Silent sped on, deeper into the Listern territory. Head lifting the tri hued she wolf let out her own howl, a howl of greeting as she sent it into the air for Silent and for all of List. Their beta was back.

With a sweep and a kick Gryffin found herself flying through the mountain range once again, criss crossing through the forest as a short cut to meet up with the silver fleeted youth.
Slowing Gryffin could scent the dens up ahead, her feet dancing as she now padded forward until the silent she wolf was visible between the curtain of pine.

Gryffin barked, her tassel giving a sweep of a wag as she lifted her head up and called... "Silent!"

[Drathlic]

It appeared that wandering off without warning and returning at an unknown time was quite popular amongst the varg of List. Drathlic, unfortunately for being the Beta male, had a nasty habit of doing such a thing. However recently he had kept well within the boundaries of his mountainous homelands and scouted the borders everyday to make sure pack members remained within them, and strangers remained outside them. However, these were not the only reasons for his constant scouting trips, secretly he was wishfully hoping for any signs of one varg in particular; Silent. She did not often wander far from List, and it was in fact he who returned to her from far off lands more often than not, his heart heavy with guilt for abandoning her without warning. Yet this time, it was in fact Silent who had disappeared.

On such a beautiful morn, Drathlic’s spirits were unusually low compared the rest of the world around him. The bird song was chirpy and Fenris even seemed to be smiling down on the world below him. Yet at least a moon now had gone by since Drathlic last remembered seeing his beautiful mate, the Beta fea of List. After countless failing in finding any trace of her at the borders, Drathlic’s morale was growing faint.
Yet suddenly, a mournful howl rang out across the lands and met his broad auds. Cyan eyes widened and his ruddy pelt began to stand on end as his skin prickled. He couldn’t believe it, she had returned!

His own howl rang out, one of joy and excitement, before he sprung into action, hind legs pushing furiously against the solid earth and his forelegs softening the impact of his swift gait. Dirt and pine needles were thrown into the atmosphere behind his fleeing form as he made his way towards the sound of the howl. The rush of happiness had been so intense that the ruddy beta had not even heard the howl coming from his Drappa.
He honed in on her scent and swiftly followed her towards the dens, heartbeat accelerating dramatically with the anticipation of seeing her beautiful golden hues again. Soon enough, she came into view – and with her the tri-hued form of his Drappa Gryffin. Skidding to a halt behind them, he landed roughly on his haunches and simply sat there with an awkward expression on his muzzle. Peering up at the two faemme, he flattened his auds and grinned at them, the flesh beneath the fur on his muzzle growing hot with embarrassment. “Hi…” he greeted in a soft voice, cyan eyes suddenly diverting to his large paws.